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"And Lock gave that order not even an hour ago," Toxic explained, worry covering his features. "Why don't I take a ride down to the station? See if I can catch up with her? Give her an escort."

"I'm with you," Ricochet told him.

Butcher and Hellfire both nodded in agreement, and the two men left.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, looking at Seek and Kit.

"She'll be fine, Sweetie," Kit told me.

"At least until Lock gets a hold of her," Seek said with a snort of laughter.

I looked around at the women's faces and wondered what it would be like to truly be a part of this group? Sure, the men made rules and expected the women to follow. Much like my father with his family. But the women were so amazing. They listened when it suited them and did what they wanted the rest of the time. It seemed as though that caused trouble part of the time, but the women were free to make their own choices.

A realization began to dawn on me. I was, too. Sure, my father expected obedience, but none of us had truly rebelled against him. He'd given in to my demands both to work with him and to come here before it ever came to that. Maybe...maybe I had more power than I thought I did. The idea sent a buzz of excitement zipping down my spine. If only I had the courage to face my father and take hold of what I wanted.

CHAPTER 24

Idaho

Ishoved my gun down into the saddlebags on my bike. We were going to have to do this without any weapons. To even get into the building where the mayor's office was we'd have to go through metal detectors. As soon as the others were ready we began moving in that direction.

"How we gettin' in to see him?" Hush asked in a low voice as we entered the building.

Before we left the police station I'd made a call to Senator Gonzalez. "We have an appointment," I told them with a toothy grin.

"Who you here to see?" the guard asked in a bored voice.

"Mayor Powell," Lock told him.

"You have an appointment?" he echoed with a narrowed gaze and a tone of disbelief.

"We do."

A second guard picked up a phone and dialed a number. "Sir. Some...gentlemen are here, claiming they have an appointment with you." He listened, then nodded. "Name?" he asked.

"Levi Sharpe," I replied.

We listened to him finish the call. "Third floor, second door on the right," he told us, not looking the least bit thrilled that he didn't get to toss us out on our asses.

I led the way over to the elevator, ignoring the looks from everyone else in the building. We were out of place amongst the suits and ties. We were all in our jeans and cuts, looking as rough as usual. Even if I had the time, I wouldn't have bothered to change into a suit. Mayor Powell was a lowlife. He shouldn't be in office, but he had his fingers in a lot of pies and one of those pies was dirty money. Money that Lock was sure came from Fremont's dealings. Once he was finished looking into Krier, I intended to put James on it. He'd sniff out anything the mayor and the DA were involved in.

When we got off on the third floor, we followed the directions to where we were supposed to go. My lip lifted in disgust when Powell met us in his lobby.

"Mr. Sharpe," he all but shouted, his huge gut moving like fucking Jello. "To what do I owe the...pleasure?"

The man's eyes strayed over our cuts, then down to our boots, before coming back up to our faces again. His expression was one of disdain, but I could see the worry in his eyes. When a senator called you and demanded you meet with a business colleague of his, even he couldn't refuse. "Let's go into my office," he said when I didn't say a word.

We followed him inside and once the door was shut, I finally spoke. "Let's skip the bullshit," I told him.

His face flushed red and the veins on his neck stood out as he glared at me. "I don't know who you think you are-"

"It's true that you don't know who I am, and that's your first mistake. So, sit your fat ass down and listen, " I snapped, cutting him off.

His eyes narrowed, but he did as he was told. "Well, then," he said, voice deceptively calm. He was a snake to his core. It was easy to see for anyone who could read people the way my brother and I could.

I glanced over at Lockout and he nodded. He saw it, too. He crossed his arms over his chest. "We want you to help us with a little...problem...we're having," Lock told him.

"Oh?" Powell asked, leaning back in his chair, trying to look like he had the upper hand.

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